At the Brim

Listening to Morning Phase
on a slow and undulating afternoon.
Forgetting the passage from day to night.
Floating away at the brim of the day.
An orphan with a misbegotten mind.
Starting a fight with a shove and a push.
Lying in bed like a bachelor uncle.
Making your way at the brim of the day.


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